I went to the movie theater this past week and used my student ID from college. The man at the register looks down at my ID, looks back up at me and exclaims ” you’re still in college?”

Biiiiiitch!

Here’s the thing. I started college in 2007 and it’s now 2018. My ID says 2007.
So of course I had to think of a lie. I’m not always quick on my feet. So I say “Yeah, I’m in grad school.”

Him: “What are you gonna be?”
Me: “Hmmm… I don’t know. I mean I’m getting my MBA, I’m going to be an entrepreneur.”

There were so many things wrong about that particular situation but I won’t continue.

Approaching 30….

Bigger hips, slightly bigger booty, hair getting back to it’s original curl pattern , way more wisdom and much more growth to go.

It’s funny, because my boyfriend and I always make jokes about me approaching “baby cougarism”, as he calls it. And truthfully, It finally has hit me. The only issues I have with getting older is that it’s harder for me to drop it like its hot and get back up in a timely manner. I’m also not sure if it’s still appropriate to do hood rat things with my friends. And lastly I no longer am hip to the new slang. Do people still say fleek, or nah?

Okay, so I’m getting older but really… who gives a fuck?

One, because black don’t crack and two, it challenges me to put in the work to cultivate a better lifestyle from the inside out.

There are a few others things that I know for sure, and these are my learnings over the past month or so:

Face yourself daily, even on the days you’re not feeling pretty, motivated, or where you want to be. Face yourself, still.